CHAPTER 4 : CASH ON HAND
I swing open my car door and call Packie.
*BEEP*BEEP* *BEEP*BEEP* *BEEP*BEEP*
"Urgh, wha' do you want?" Packie slurred.
"Packie, wake the fuck up, I've been hit with a windfall. Ten thousand bucks, thought you should know don't go to my mothers anymore go to the house on Hampstead." I say into the reciever.
"Yeah..." He says before falls back asleep.
I hang up and go onto the web browser. I access the Liberty City Exchange and sell my shares.
*BEEDOO*
I received an email informing me that the money had been successfully wired to my account. I lie down across the car and fall asleep.
When I wake up it's 11 o'clock and the sun is shining. I drive to an ATM and insert my credit card. I enter in my PIN number and extract $10,000. I turn from the ATM and walk back to my car. I set my GPS for Hampstead Drive and set off. I decided to take the long way and go for a drive through the city. I drove past the Maze Bank Tower, FiB HQ and the IAA building who were supposedly going to cause World War 3, and finally before I decided to go home I drove past the "Unrobbable" Union Depository. When I firrst heard about it I thought it would've been something like Die Hard 3 but apparently it was just in and out and a few dead mercenaries. I drove up to Vinewood and pulled in at the property on Hampstead. The realtor was showing people around the house when I arrived.
"Sorry, folks, properties been bought." I announce, walking through the doors.
"I'm sorry but there is paperwork to be filled before I can even consider someone for the house!" The Realtor shouts at me.
" Average price?" I ask.
"$3.5k." He says.
"Well, there's seven for you and an extra $500 for you. Now, keys!" I order the man.
"Err... Yes, of course." He stammers, taking the keys from his pocket.
"Good man. Now, everyone get the fuck off my property!" I yell.
I walk over to my living room and fall back on the couch when my phone starts to ring.
"Yes, Packie, my boy?" I answer the phone.
"Remember those boys I robbed the FiB-"
"What the fuck, man? You don't say shit like that on an insecure line, but you were saying?" I yell at him.
"Well, the two of them and some other crazy fucking Canadian wants to take back Grove Street." He says.
"What the fuck does that have to do with us? The CGF and the Ballas aren't exactly our type of crime. We rob Gas stations and Liquor Stores, they kill people and traffic drugs!" I say.
"There's money in it." He says.
"How the fuck do you expect to profit from taking over a cul de sac?" I ask.
"Like you said, drugs and local prostitution." He says in to the reciever.
"Any cash up front?" I ask, actually considering going ahead with this.
"100k." He says calmly.
"Fuck. Is that definite?" I ask.
"Yes." He replies in the same calm manner.
"When and where?" I ask.
"8pm tonight at this guy called Franklin's house, just round the corner from your place, look for a white Bravado Buffalo . He's that guy I was telling you about." He answers.
"I'll be there." I say, hanging up the phone
I sit back on my couch thinking about how much better it is having my own house and not listening to mind-numbing child shows on the T.V. I didn't really question the fact that there was 100k in taking over a cul de sac but where there is money I am not one to argue. I looked at my watch and the time is three o'clock and I hadn't slept well in my car so I found the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and slumped onto the feather bed.
I woke up in about three and a half hours sleep. I sat on the bedside and checked the time. There was still a good hour and a half before we were going to even think about getting that money. I decided to site in my yard seeing as the sun hadn't died yet. I took a cold beer from the newly discovered, surprisingly full mini-fridge next to my bed. I sit in a lounge chair by my pool wondering who will be there and if I should actually go, I mean it's a cul de sac it's hardly the Gaza strip, if I walked into an Ammu-nation bought a carbine rifle and as much rounds as I could carry and some body armour I could probably take it over but if I did that then there would be no 100k in it straight away. In any case though, I still wondered about who would be there and how we would attack it but like I said, It's hardly the Gaza strip so it wouldn't require immense planning, in fact I could probably be there via a phone call and play Righteous Slaughter. No, I was going I told myself.
I lay there in that lounge chair until quarter to eight when I figured if I was going to go I'd best leave now. I walked to my door after throwing my third beer can somewhere into a neighbour's yard. I swing open the door and walk over to my Invetero Coquette, still parked outside the driveway I wonder how it hadn't been stolen but then remembered that this was Vinewood not Vespucci. I get into my car , a little more drunk than I should be to drive safely, the sun had now set so to try to avoid getting points on my licence by driving dangerously or getting a DUI I switch on my headlights. I drive along the road looking for a white Bravado Buffalo. I see one going up a hill but I had almost passed it by so I had to make a sharp turn. I drive my car up the hill and park behind an Obey Tailgater. I slightly stumble out of my car after turning off the engine. I see I an off-road pick up truck and a few other cars I'd never even seen on the streets before. I see two men walk into the house with Packie.
"Packie!" I shout, running over to him.
"Ah, good, Marcus you're just in time." He says.
The two other men turn around. I introduce myself.
"I'm Marcus." I say, offering them to shake my hand.
"Trevor." The unkempt one says.
"Michael. Good to meet you." The rather business-like one says.
"So, tell me, why do we need to plan this, why not just walk into Ammu-Nation buy some big motherfucking guns and the place up. Get a garbage truck to box them in, it is cul de sac not Afghanistan." I say.
"I think I'm gonna like you." Trevor says, I wasn't sure if that was a compliment but I took it as one.
We walk into the house where , who I assumed was Franklin, stood at a board with a balding, hunched over man with glasses.
"So gentleman," The man at the board says," This is what I propose."
A/N SEEING AS THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL MOST LIKELY INVOLVE MARCUS AND DRE IN THE SAME PLACE IT WILL PROBABLY BE WRITTEN BY ECHO2345. thanks for reading